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    Wesley found his breath catching, his heart rate elerating despite himself.


    Oblivious to the subtle vibrations of Elena’s phone lighting up with notifications, they were lost in a moment that mingled concern with unspoken emotions.


    Lydia’s message to Elena remained unanswered.


    The trail of Elena’s mentor was still warm, and with time slipping through her fingers, Lydia was desperate not to lose this fleeting opportunity.


    After sending another message to Elena, Lydia decided to venture to their secret base—a secluded vi marked by the striking silhouette of a helicopter perched atop its roof.


    Without hesitation, Lydia strode into the depot, her fingers moving with precision as she picked out a sniper rifle and a case of portable mortars.


    With the equipment secured, she sprinted toward the helicopter. Seizing the control stick with a practiced grip, she initiated the ignition, and the rotor des roared to life as the aircraft lifted off the ground.


    Lydia, with one hand masterfullymanding the controls, kept her other hand anchored on her phone, where the tracking signal blinked relentlessly, a beacon toward Elena’s mentor.


    She deftly navigated her aircraft around the stern military no-fly zone, touching down at the tense frontier between Houis and Avaloria.


    As she peered below, the elusive signal beacon still gleamed faintly in the distance.


    A shiver of resolute determination coursed through her as she eyed the foreboding expanse of Avaloria—territory she had vowed never to tread again after her bold defection.


    Pausing only momentarily at the border’s edge, Lydia steeled herself and surged forward.


    The helicopter sliced through the cool air toward the designated signal point. Abruptly, the console screen flickered erratically, and the guiding signal vanished without warning.


    Suddenly, the air around her grew heavy with the ominous drone of engines.


    Lydia’s eyes narrowed as five aircraft, with their sinister ck fusges, closed in around her.


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    Recognition dawned instantly—it was him. Even after all these years, his obsession with capturing her had not waned.


    Thergest aircraft loomed ominously before Lydia, casting a shadow that felt almost palpable.


    The other four aircraft maneuvered strategically, positioning themselves to the north, south, east, and west—effectively sealing her potential escape routes with precision.


    Lydia’s gaze remained icy and unyielding as she faced the encroaching threat.


    In the cockpit opposite hers, a man with a sinister charm and a ruggedly handsome demeanor allowed a slow, deliberate smile to spread across his face.


    His visage was partially obscured by a sleek mask, entuating his piercing green eyes that gleamed with a predatory glint, reminiscent of a wild and dangerous beast.


    With azy, menacing grin, he formed his hand into a gun shape, directing it at Lydia’s forehead. “Found you,” he scoffed in a voice chillingly familiar.


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